The Story of Little PigtailsOnce upon a time, there was a pretty little Indian girlwho liked to get up early and go into the woodto play with her friends, the animals.One day, she was sailing her canoe on the river.Hello there, said the friendly fishes.Little Pigtails, for that was her name,was very happy and contented to have so many tiny friends.They loved her very muchand always gave her presents of wild flowers.Oh, what a pretty daisy, cried Little Pigtails.Little Pigtails always went homewith her arms full of bunches of flowers.It was the only way the animals hadof thanking her for taking care of themand curing their ailments with her magic medicines and ointments.Is your little tummy better?she asked the baby hare.One day, when she was helping a little snailwho had twisted his horn,a rabbit came up to her and she said to him,What is the matter, Lobby?Why are you so frightened?Please help us!he asked.The rabbit explained to Little Pigtailsthat he was afraidbecause he had seen a hunter with a big gunwho was going to shoot everything in sight.Little Pigtails cried when she saw the dreadful thingsthat the hunter was doing.When she saw him wound the foot of a little bird,she could not contain herselfand said to him,What do you think you're doing?Don't you feel sad?Don't you feel sorry for these poor defenseless little animals?And the hunter hung his head in shamefor he knew the little Indian girl was right.I'll never do it again!replied the hunter who was truly sorry.Oh no! said the little girl doubtfully.And the gun?What do you think you need that for?Take it! cried the hunter.Go and throw it in the river.Then you will believe me.The hunter, who had been so wicked,understood that it was not rightto kill defenseless little animals.From that day forward,not only did he never do anybody any harm,but he became Little Pigtails' friendand helped her to look after any animalswho had suffered mishaps.And, oh I nearly forgot,they cured the wounded foot of the little birdand he flew away.The end.